I rolled on my side to look at him. Might as well get to know him a bit, I thought. As I opened my mouth, he looked at me and slammed his hand over hi... mouth to stifle the laugh."I am sorry, Cara. But you are looking at me twice." Huh? I gave him a look -- the look -- this look had shriveled more than a few oh-so-fragile male egos. This boy was too ... innocent? honest? self-confident? ... to be taken aback. He gestured at my chest. I looked at myself. The sweat had run down my torso, too. It. She was all over me like a screaming banshee and her gang of sycophants was egging her on. I was surrounded and couldn't just walk away so I let her rant and rave for a while, what choice did I have?Finally she told me that since it was my fault that she was in trouble, I was going to get her out of it. She informed me that I had this afternoon and tomorrow afternoon to tutor her so that she could get a 'B' on the test.I don't know where I got the balls from, but I told her she was full of. I got up, dusted myself off and walked back over to stand in front of him."C'mon, asshole. Show me what you've got," I taunted, hitting him with another punch, a straight jab this time rather than another of the haymakers we'd been exchanging so far. Reflexively, he jabbed back, a good solid jab too. I reacted by reaching out with my left for an open handed slap across the head. He jabbed again and I counter punched from the right, coming back with something I launched from about the belt,. "Kim, why don'tyou go get him one of your old bras to wear!" Mary said as she held Pattightly. Laughing, Kim ran from the room, returning in just a couple ofmoments, one of her old lacy training bras dangling from one hand. Marysnatched it from her and then forced Pat's arms into the straps andbefore he knew it she was securing it around his chest. Pat just stoodthere motionless as Mary and Kim adjusted the sholder straps like theywanted them. "Gee PATTI, you look really cute in your new.